The Wrong Game Novels & Stories

“Don’t play games with me. I am hearing that your mate rejected you, because you disgraced this pack, and you stand here asking me what I want explained?” “I didn’t disgrace anyone,” I shot back, my voice rising despite myself. Because something inside me snapped at the way he said it so easily, like my pain was just gossip to him. “I was the one who lost everything.” “And whose fault is that?” he fired back immediately. “Do you think things like this just happen for no reason? Do you think an Alpha would reject his Luna without cause?”

] In the company's ladies' chat, the onlookers were having a field day. [You've only been off for half a day, and you're already going overboard. Come on, get ready to be lectured!] [Ditching your pals for a pretty face, huh?] [Wow, that intense? Hook me up, too!] they joked. I just shook my head, a rueful grin on my face. Recommending those racy novels to my friends was a mistake. After that, their heads were filled with nothing but naughty thoughts. My phone pinged again. It was Edmund, of all people.

His eyes ran over me slowly, from my tangled hair down to my shaking hands, then to the blood on my knuckles. “Interesting, so this is your little game” he said calmly. “Just kill me” I said as I spat blood onto the floor. His jaw tightened for a second, then his hand clamped around my arm. He dragged me outside roughly, past the shocked staff and bleeding nurses, straight into the underground parking lot when the black Defender is already waiting. “Open it” he ordered. The door swung open and he shoved me inside so hard that I hit the seat. “Drive,” he said coldly and the car roared to life.

“Can I ask you something?” His friend nodded. “Sure.” Jacob stared ahead. Thinking of his mother. Thinking of the lies. Thinking of the memories. Then quietly asked: “Have you ever realized you’ve been wrong about someone?” And for the first time… Jacob Rashford truly began searching for the truth.

“No! No! On the left!” “Use the sniper!” “I said left!” “No! Now we’re dead! It’s game over! We lost the game!” “How could the great-genius Stefano lose a simple game?!” “What simple?! It’s hard and also stupid! What kind of person would be alive even after five shots of bullet? Is that dude immortal?” “It’s a game character! It’s fictional! What kind of boring life did you live that you don’t even know how game logic works?!”

He looked at me, really looked, taking in the blood under my nose, the faint tremor in my hands, the way I was still half‑leaning into Corvin like my bones weren’t convinced about standing on their own. He shook his head. “Don’t,” he said quietly. “Don’t make this about your guilt. The game did this. I walked in there. She walked in there. It wrote a rule and stuck to it.” “But the glitch—” I started. “Yeah,” he said. “The glitch. Your glitch. The same one that’s got admins freaking out and Selene questioning her life choices and the Game’s heart panicking enough to drag us to it next.” His mouth twisted in something that wasn’t quite a smile.

So him saying he needs to sort her out kinda killed me coz ge was going to be the one sorted out. "Baby don't even try that on her.. but I'll tell her to meet you guys.. She's just busy with stuff you know.." My boyfriend laughed, "is she a drug dealer? Busy with Stuff?" Anthony groaned looking at his phone, "fuuuuuck nooooo Nash you just messed our game night..." We all stared at my boyfriend's friend confused and he sighed, "what game night?" "Lioness is on.. against Australia..." Then it suddenly registered to my boyfriend, "fuuuck.. Bookie Ladies.."

all of it suddenly felt meaningless. I stared into the distance, my voice barely more than a whisper as the horrifying realization settled over me. "Then we've all been playing the wrong game.”

I say coldly. "My failures?" His face flushes red. "You arrogant little bastard. Do you have any idea who you're dealing with? I built that company from the ground up. I made it what it is today." Michael takes another step closer, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "You think you've won, don't you? You think because Kevin is in jail and our stock is down, that means you've beaten us." "I don't think anything. I know." "You know nothing." His voice drops to a whisper. "You're playing a game you don't understand, boy. And games like this, they have consequences."

Nathan seethed. “Yes! And if you really love Clarrisa as you claim then tell her to do the right thing.” “And you think the right thing is your stupid delusion that you and Mark can eliminate this game? Have you for once stopped to think what could go wrong if you thread on that path? I don’t think I need to tell you that this game isn’t just an ordinary game, I mean if we don’t have control over the death of those that died as a result of breaking the rules what makes you think it’ll be much easier to eliminate a game you don’t even know how it originated. Clarissa isn’t the only one who started this game, hundreds of people have been playing it, if they couldn’t stop it then what makes you